History of the Monad

The first time Greg saw his wife, he was wearing someone else’s Bolshevik spectacles,large wire ovals; Trotsky would have worn them,they were in the style of revolutionaries.

He borrowed them for a moment, to be able to see the Eiffel Tower.Through those lenses she appeared;emerging like an anthem of truth or a raised fistand declared the world a better place.

That’s it. That’s how he saw his Beatrice for the first time—through a pair of borrowed lenses.She wasn’t atop a steel blue mountain—robe billowing, or unfurling a tri-colour banner, rather, she was in the contemplative, looking Heavenward.

The mother of his future child, at the base, staring up into the omphalos of the truss, shielding her eyes from the glare of progress’s arcing wrought iron triumph.

Their eyes met in recognition and laughing wondermentin the great monadology of time and space, where they oscillated and vibrated in tandemexulting the most optimistic revolutionary notion—that of romance, the great climb towards the poetic zenith of union, into the spire of longing, toward a lifetime of tomorrows together, like two lenses, bound in a wire frame.

Gerald Arthur (Art) Moore is a high school teacher, rugby coach, and part-time university lecturer living in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada. NON-Publishing just released his first book Shatter the Glass, Shards of Flame.